Brown Water [Haiku]

deep brown river
drags many fields’ of soil
to the sea each day.

DAILY PHOTO: Liberty Square, Tbilisi

“The Lamb” by William Blake [w/ Audio]

Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee

Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.

Spring Bees [Haiku]

bees pace the 
narrow blooms of wildflowers,
working like it's play.

DAILY PHOTO: Holy Trinity Cathedral of Tbilisi from a Distance

In-Flight Refueling [Haiku]

a bold crow
shops for lunch in a
bigger bird's talon.

“Fascinated” [Poetry Style #16] by Sikong Tu [w/ Audio]

The scent: copper-carpeted pine forest;
A stream rushes through: swirling, burbling;
Blue sky and snowcaps peek through the treetops.
In the distance, fishermen are trawling.
A young lady with flowing hair and gown
Passes gracefully through the thick woodlands.
Eyes move when she moves and stop when she stops,
Following her transit down the valley.
The mind shows not its usual chaos,
But is effortlessly anchored to her.
As if to a huge rising moon.
As if to blazing autumn hues.

NOTE: The late Tang Dynasty poet, Sikong Tu (a.k.a. Ssŭ-k‘ung T‘u,) wrote an ars poetica entitled Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry. It presents twenty-four poems that are each in a different tone, reflecting varied concepts from Taoist philosophy and aesthetics. Above is a translation of the sixteenth of the twenty-four poems.

PROMPT: Unplug

Daily writing prompt
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

When my body says to move, I move. I dance like a puppet on its string.

Weed Garland [Haiku]

the graveyard weeds
are blossoming in yellow
to garland the tombs.

Pine & Rose [Lyric Poem]

An evergreen and a red, red rose:
One slowly, but dully, ever grows;
One springs to life only for a short time.
Lifespan pine and beauty rose, apposed?
And risk vice versa? One never knows!